Laurent and the Beast (Kings of Hell MC 1)

He nodded, suddenly deepening the kiss and pulling away from the wall. Laurent shrieked, clutching to Beast’s steady frame as gravity pulled him down in a struggle between Beast’s own strength. The world spun in a cloud of dust as Beast got to his knees, still holding Laurent close, his dick still buried deep in Laurent’s ass, and then Laurent was flat on the dirty floor, with Beast leaning over him.

Laurent curled his knees closer to his chest, ready to have Beast rip his chest open if that was his wish. He couldn’t care less about the dirt rubbing into the back of his T-shirt. The need for Beast to be with him in the moment was so visceral he couldn’t breathe.

He answered the hungry kiss with equal passion, exploring Beast’s hot mouth and unwilling to think of death. Beast’s whole body was hot as an ember, exuding vitality that King had no right to take away.

He went right back to fucking Laurent too, and the way he moved, the sounds he made, were drilling their way through Laurent’s mind and driving away all coherent thought. The truth about his pact dispersed in the closeness, in the discomfort of dirt digging into his skin, in the beastly way his lover moved over him. Their tongues danced together faster with each passing moment, until Laurent was so utterly brainless with pleasure he didn’t notice Beast was about to come. The explosion of heat inside him, and the rapid thrusts that sent him over the floor with their strength suddenly made him open his eyes and look at the handsome, tattooed face relaxed in absolute bliss.

It was the least Laurent could give him.

Laurent reached between their bodies and stroked his own cock. All it took was just a few times for him to come with a moan muffled by Beast’s lips. He never stopped jerking under his lover, tense as a string until his release passed, leaving him completely boneless.

“Could the dust just cover us, so that we never have to leave this room?” he whispered, still panting yet already flooded with waves of sorrow.

His release was fake.

It was worthless if he couldn’t truly share his heart with Beast.

11 days.

Chapter 26 - Beast

Beast’s thighs trembled around Laurent’s head, and he choked on a moan, forcing his eyes to open, just so that he could see the lovely flush across Laurent’s face. Their gazes met, briefly, and when Laurent hollowed his cheeks around Beast’s cockhead while gently rolling his balls in the slender hand, Beast came.

Pleasure streamed through him like hot waves, and he went completely limp in the sheets, barely capable of even petting the fluff at the back of Laurent’s skull. He slid his fingers down to Laurent’s shoulder and tugged on it, still unable to speak. Laurent crawled up his body and lay in Beast’s arms. They fit together so perfectly that sometimes Beast thought that his arm was shaped this exact way so that it would comfortably curl around Laurent.

It’d been over a week since Laurent rejected Beast’s property vest, and Beast’s feelings on the matter had calmed down somewhat. He accepted Laurent’s decision, he promised himself not to make things weird, and tried to act as if nothing happened. But the truth was that it had, and the events of that evening had left a hole in the middle of Beast’s chest, which grew more sore with each day, as if instead of healing it became infected.

King was making a big deal of Beast’s birthday and had everyone keep quiet about the party that surely was to come. At the same time, nothing seemed to have been done in terms of preparation in the clubhouse, which led Beast to believe his father had chosen a different venue for some reason. It was nice for someone to put effort into this celebration, but in truth all Beast wanted was to spend time with his brothers, with Laurent. Maybe that at least would take his mind off the failed attempt at talking to the devil. If only he had something of value to offer the fucking monster, he’d get his looks back, his old self, and he wouldn’t have to worry that Laurent would eventually leave.

Laurent’s smile was so pretty Beast could hardly believe he was holding such a beautiful creature in his arms. “What would you like to do for your birthday? I know it’s tomorrow, but I want to make one more day about us only. I want it to be the best day.”

Beast swallowed, surprised by the proposition. Laurent has been oddly sweet and compliant since that fateful party, almost as if he felt guilty about being unable to commit. Beast did his best to be positive about this, but he couldn’t help but wonder if this wasn’t a cheating-husband-bringing-flowers kind of situation.